Vitrified

I met a man with bloody covered and 
Rotted body.
The mobs had circled around him.
He breathed ceaseless words of 
Hatreds.
No politeness of behaviour.
Mobs were at ready to violate him.
I could not hear what it's ruin.

There met men with differences.
The man looked each of them
As his same aspect.
No one could ask him what he 
Murmuring and flickering.

And did not reveal what he was said.
I did not look him but i mentioned his
Words
His words its were not strongly 
projected.
He did not give a few seconds to 
Mention him.
What he was; good or bad.
All likes were payable by him.